Yu Sheng suddenly felt pessimistic about his prospects as a writer—extremely pessimistic. More than anything, he was worried that the reputation he left behind in literary circles would be truly awful... Although he had only encountered Ren Wenwen as an exception so far, even this one exception made him feel he would never come out looking good...
But XP was something he really couldn't bring himself to discourage, especially since she was with the Special Operations Bureau. She faced a high-pressure, high-risk work environment every day. (Despite being a clerical worker in the headquarters building, given the nature of that building, even someone watching the printers in a Special Operations Bureau office had to count as a special-operations post.) What if this bizarre shipping was what kept her going mentally...
Ren Wenwen failed to notice the storm of emotions crossing Yu Sheng's face and continued excitedly, "Hey, hey, Teacher Yu, when are you releasing your next story? Is it still going to be mystery and detective fiction? Will any of the old characters get to appear again? I really liked Mister Seventeen, whom you mentioned in passing in Rain Port. When are you going to make him the protagonist..."
Yu Sheng didn't say anything. Instead, Eileen, nestled in Huli's arms beside him, blurted out, "The male protagonist's mount in the next book is a three-wheeled motorcycle!"
Ren Wenwen's eyes lit up instantly. "Oh, that's interesting. The machine and its master developing feelings after spending a long time together!"
Yu Sheng: "...!?"
He finally understood. So this girl is shipping humans and machine spirits!?
"Let's talk about something else." Exhausted in body and mind, he waved his hand, then looked up at the sign of the pickup point in front of him. "I was thinking, this probably isn't just a pickup